Hearts At Stake - By Alyxandra Harvey Page 0,38

on his expensive boots. The heady scent of pine needles and earth was soothing, cooling my throat. There wasn’t a single bird or rabbit or deer. They all knew the smell of a predator, animal or otherwise. The wind tickled the oak trees. Quinn halted, held up a hand. I strained to hear what he was hearing, but all I could make out were ordinary forest sounds: the wind, the river, an owl.

“We’re not alone,” Logan mouthed to me.

I froze, trying not to breathe, hoping my heart wasn’t pulsing like a beacon in the center of the dark woods. I might know how to step so I didn’t snap twigs or crush acorns underfoot, but silencing my heartbeat was a trick I wasn’t all that keen on learning. We could be as silent as we wanted, but if the vampires were near enough, they’d hear me. Frustration hummed through me. Something rustled, like bat wings.

“Get down,” Logan snapped, but I was already hitting the ground. It was so dark and the vampires were so fast, it was as if shadows had collided around me, hissing. Bones shattered and mended; blood sprinkled like rain. Someone grunted. I couldn’t see very well—not only was it dark, but I was half sprawled in a thicket of ferns. I scrambled up into a crouch. Logan hurtled past, cursing. The moon silvered the gleam of fangs and eyes. Another vampire rolled past me, landed on his feet.

“I smell her.” He looked nearly drunk. “She’s here. She’s mine.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” I muttered grimly, reaching for a branch and breaking off the end so it was sharp and splintered. I hadn’t been raised to sit around wringing my hands. We’d all known this was coming, even if I was only now truly realizing the scope and magnitude of my bloodchange. Everyone basically thought of me as a vampire broodmare, meant to give birth to lots of little royal vampire babies.

No amount of red roses sent to my door was going to make that okay.

I slammed my heel into the back of his knee as he whirled to attack Marcus. He stumbled, turned. His angry hiss shifted into a grin.

“Solange.” He took a step forward. “I’m Pierre.”

I lifted the branch threateningly. “Look, this is just a pheromone thing. Get over it already.”

“You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.”

“Great.” The sarcasm in my voice didn’t appear to register. “You know, it’s been a really long night. Could you be creepy later?”

“I love you.”

“Apparently not.” I was feeling tired. Incredibly, I felt like yawning, even as someone grunted in pain.

“Incoming!” Quinn yelled. “There are more of them than we thought.”

I tilted my head at Pierre, tried a winsome smile. Marcus stared at me.

“Are you going to be sick?”

Brothers.

“Pierre,” I said. Would fluttering my eyelashes be overkill? And did I even know how to flutter my eyelashes? “Could you help me?”

“Anything for you, my love.” Okay, so maybe this pheromone thing might be useful after all.

“There are bounty hunters coming.” I tried to look innocent. Lucy would have fallen over laughing if she could see me now. “They want to kill me and my brothers.”

“I will not let that happen,” he promised fervently.

“Great.” I patted his shoulder. “Go on.”

He made a very dramatic departure while Marcus and I watched. Quinn and Logan joined us.

“What’s going on?”

“Solange just got some sappy vamp to fight for us.”

“Then what are we standing around for?” Connor said. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

We ran, leaving behind the sounds of Pierre and his friends battling the bounty hunters. I really hoped he’d win. I didn’t like the thought that I might have sent him to his death.

“Slowing down’s not exactly the goal here,” Logan said.

“Shouldn’t we help him?”

“No, run faster.”

“But . . .”

“Solange, you’re so pale you practically glow. Move it.”

I might have argued further but I was feeling very sluggish. I was barely able to push one foot in front of the other, never mind performing heroics to save a vampire who I was probably going to have to stake anyway, if the pheromones had anything to say about it.

“I feel . . . funny.”

Connor scooped me up again. I was too exhausted to feel particularly alarmed, though some part of my brain registered that this was hardly the time for a nap.

“It’s just the change,” he said. “You’re overtired. It’s normal.”

The yawn was so big it made my eyes water.

“Are you sure?”

I wasn’t awake long enough to hear his